CRACK
"Take my hand!"
"I'm trying! I can't!"
"Reach farther!"
"I can't! I'm falling too fast!"
CRACK
BOOM
"Just a little farther!"
BARK
"Hold on to her!"
"I've got her! I've got her!"
"Now take my hand!"
"I'm trying-"
"MELVIE!"
"BIG BROTHER!"
CRA-A-ACK
"I'll find you! I will find you!"
The man shrieked as the rift dumped him onto ground. He had only a split second to brace himself before he skidded painfully on his back. Feathers bent backwards as the hard ground below tore at his dark grey robe.
Once stopped, he unfurled his wings to find his black puppy shuddering, but unharmed. The man then glanced around. The ground was dark and flat with sparse patches of short, spongey grass, and not a tree in sight. It smelled earthy, and tasted slightly of magic. Where was this place?
Rolling over on to one side with a cringe, the man stood. He snatched a golden bow that had landed beside him as he stood. The man shook off his ebony wings as he adjusted his hold on his puppy and held her closer. Silence. He was alone.
